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Well I've knelt I've prayed I've grieved in the all the prescribed ways
I've tasted the body and the blood I've felt the guilt of killing some fucker
without every having the right to question.
Just because I don't believe in him doesn't mean my soul is unclean.
Just because I don't believe in it doesn't mean I'm any less free.
To grow give back take part in my community spoil the child or spare the rod. To kill and fuck and do the things that make each and everyone human.
Just because I don't believe in him doesn't mean my soul is unclean.
Just because I don't believe in it doesn't mean I'm any less free.
Believe, not me.

Track Name: Oh Natasha

Oh Natasha please wont you belt me with a leather strap until I can't breathe wont you make a slave out of me, drag me on all fours until I fucking bleed. And I swear that I won't be afraid of your teeth or your chains and my safety word will be something in french. It wont make you stop get your pleasures of the flesh until your left with nothing but a big pulpy mess. I'll be glad that you made the best of it. I appreciate your honesty your crooked smile perverted mystique when you say "this is going to hurt you more than me." Oh Natasha please wont you cut my skin into some nasty souvenir and wont you wear me when you go out. Remember how you made me howl before I passed out. And I swear that I won't be afraid of your teeth or your chains and my safety word will be something in french. It wont make you stop get your pleasures of the flesh until your left with nothing but a big pulpy mess. I'll be glad that you made the best of it. I'll appreciate your honesty your crooked smile perverted mystique when you say "this is going to hurt you more than me."

Track Name: Tyler the Creationist

I've been struck dumb had the taste buds burned out of my mouth. Teeth stained black from all the fucking pop and the forever tasteless: odd futures jada pinkettes millionaires daughters posing as artists. Black mask slogans and party anthems - throw your arms up if you caught the joke in how I can't make it go away but I just want to fucking chip away
at all that's left of some identity I had found once conscious of my surroundings - enough to recognize that shitty haircuts vintage clothing blank generations with masked belonging reaching out to be defined by something at any cost and devoid of meaning... I will stand and fling my shit. sign my name and bear these gifts.

Track Name: From the Wasteland (of my heart)

Let's get the fuck out of here grab what we need leave and start over. Go so far away until I cant recognize any constellations "god what a mess on the ladder of success" in this world you're a fuck up just for trying. "Dreams unfulfilled - graduate unskilled" I'm too young to feel so fucking tired. So wake up. Wake the fuck up. You know there's so much that I can't escape. Like how long I can keep believing in: chasing rainbows and the dancing northern lights pretending there's something noble in this fight of empty concert halls and lonely choruses night after night after night after night. I kept hoping that if I kept moving on I'd find a place where people give a fuck about the same kind of shitty punk that I do. You know there's so much that I can't escape. Like how long I can keep believing in: the effectiveness of mobs the strength of firebombs the romance behind permanent revolution faced with what I need in this life to survive. Because I'm barely a man trying to understand how I want my life to be defined and I can promise you I'm going to do more than survive. I'm going to die - fucking right - but not tonight. And I won't be the type to blame the message or the time and I'm not going to migrate for the crowd. Because I know that I'll hate every fucking god damned place just as long as I'm there without you.

Track Name: That's Unbelieverable

I'll take your fucking gun and stick that thing right in my mouth look you in the eye extend my finger as I walk out. Its when the music hits thats the only time that I feel sane. Its when I sing these songs that I dont feel like such a waste. Quand la plus part du temps je me trouve dans un centre sans coeur je fais le tour de la salle puis tout ce que je vois ca me seche les dents. je me sacre de tout ce qu'ils cachent derriere une voie plaisante un structure familier qui'y-a pas substance c'est quand meme juste d'la merde. Its when the music hits thats the only time that I feel sane Its when I sing these songs that I dont feel like such a waste.

Track Name: Passive Aggressive Song About a Fucking Asshole

I've been jealous of the shit you've been doing with all your cigarettes. I've been sick of how your nose is controlling when you've been getting wet. (You've been bleeding) You're fucking bleeding man its leaking from every hole in your face licking your lips enjoying the taste and I just can't get. I've been jealous of the hollow dead look on all your vulture friends faces. I've been sick of all the bags that you lick when you're determined to chase. (You've been bleeding) You're fucking bleeding man its leaking from every hole in your face licking your lips enjoying the taste and I just cant get. What I take away from the shit you throw my way is that you can't take the pain. It makes no sense to me. When I make it past the rage see what the wounds have come to be try to focus all my hate it all comes back to me. I've been jealous of so much dumb shit and there's just no excuse left. I've been sick of how the root of it all seems so god damned freudian. (You've been bleeding) I'm fucking bleeding man its pouring from every hole in my face licking my lips enjoying the taste and I just cant get.

Track Name: Suicide Dance

Well I'm no saint you're no fucking martyr. And your pretend chains they wont make me do the suicide dance to steal the spotlight from your one man bullshit show we've still got no palm trees in vegas we're still the bastards of young. And in the end we're just cocksuckers to the core for realizing we don't need your crocodile tears anymore.

Two broken strings five desperate songs none of us can sing and we fucking know it. We all have jobs we do our part to keep our shit grounded but we keep hearing : "you want to go but you're going nowhere - nowhere at that speed and it wont get you need you're always telling me what you're not you can't even tell me what you want and all your songs sound all the god damned same to me." A brand new bottle and a clean syringe we've got the shit to keep us going. Broke no promises shed no tears ambition's barely fucking there and we still keep hearing : "you want to go but you're going nowhere - nowhere at that speed and it wont get you need you're always telling me what you're not you can't even tell me what you want and all your songs sound all the god damned same to me." Reread these pages to summon what I need to burn these bridges that have kept me from me. The hardest pill to fucking swallow - all my problems I have caused on my own [sic] step one here we go. Yes I can let it go I know I'm not alone.